When a Baker Meets a Dancer

Saylin · Jul 26, 2017

It was a late summer night on the island, and Michael was absolutely exhausted from today's work. There had been a lot of last-minute orders that had practically left him up all night the past few days, and despite his best attempts to gussy up, it showed. Of course, the old fae still felt he was hot stuff, even when looking so tired. After all, a bag or two were nothing compared to the entire package that was him.

Besides, A-game looks or not, he wanted a drink tonight. Which is why he'd decided to come to the bar and have a few. He was at a table closer to the back so he could simply watch the others as he sipped cocktail after cocktail. It made him a little tipsy, having so many, but they were good cocktails. Besides, he had the day off tomorrow, he could do as he damn well pleased with his alcohol. Not like he was driving home, either.

What this bar seemed to lack, however, was some really cute guys. They all looked mediocre to him at best, some even earning a secretly-hidden thumbs down, as he stared on. It bored him. Honestly, how on earth was he supposed to flirt around when there was no one decent to flirt with? He'd even dressed up a little for the occasion, spurring a dark red, a-line dress that ended just above the knees. But no, he was just going to be all here by his lonesome.

Oh, well. Perhaps eventually someone of interest would show up- and at least for the time being, the drinks were enough to tide him over.

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Ballerina · Jul 29, 2017

After yet another long day of searching for a job that would pay the bills, it was time to let loose and grab a drink or two. Being a celebrity amongst humans made it easy to score a free drink, in fact, he rarely needed to place an order at a bar. While the Manta Carlos was very different compared to the world he lived in, hopefully someone would recognize him, or at the very least acknowledge his beauty.

Living in the sketchier part of Manta Carlos by the Red Light District was like playing Russian roulette when it came down to finding somewhere to get a tad bit wasted. Sure, the cheap drinks were a major plus, but the possibility of getting mugged or blackmailed outweighed the positives. He settled on a somewhere a bit further than he was hoping for to avoid any trouble. The reviews were decent and the prices were cheap, it was the perfect place to unwind.

The trick was to make a dramatic entrance, the kind of thing that would grab everyone's attention. Usually this tactic was saved for his performances in front of thousands, but tonight he just wanted a drink and maybe a human to talk to if he got lucky.

He swung open the door with an aura of confidence. The light from the busy streets outside poured in the dim bar giving a halo effect. There was a faint smile on his face, not overly cheerful kind because he couldn't look too excited about going to a bar. To his discontent, the bar patrons were less enthusiastic than expected. Of course, this was just a late night at a bar, not a live showing. There was not a single person who looked like they could be an elite in his world, no one to kiss up to, but judging from several looks, surely he could score a drink or win over their hearts just for the night. No one really caught his eye besides someone whom he assumed was a lady from afar. 'She' was wearing a red dress and seemed even better dressed than Juniper himself who was going for the 'not trying' look in his button down shirt.

Juniper stood awkwardly smiling in the doorway, stiff as a rock for several moments before the bartender ushered him in. That was not part of the plan and his fault for not taking the initiative to sit down but he could make it work. He strutted up to the bar, not wanting to go to a booth or table right away. Each move he made was timed perfectly, from taking a seat to checking his phone there could be no screwing up from this point on. Even if it was just a bar, he was not going to make a fool of himself.

Saylin · Jul 30, 2017

Michael had honestly been just about ready to leave the bar until he came in. This red-headed stranger he hadn't quite laid eyes on before had entered the bar. Honestly, he almost looked too young to drink. But perhaps, just perhaps it was boyish charm. He eyed him discretely from his position at his table, even noticing a glance this way, from him.

He had to admit- he was definitely cute, but he gave this.. vibe. The fae couldn't quite place it, as he watched the way he moved, and the way he was seated. It was something about the way he moved. It seemed a bit too perfect for a casual walk-in, almost as if he were putting on a show. His stare, as he looked this man over, was calculating, as if analyzing his every move. Out of curiosity, of course, but also some subdued skepticism.

Regardless, he wouldn't know anything unless he talked to him properly.

He leaned back in his seat a moment, a sigh of preparation leaving him before he stood and walked over to this strange fellow. There was a sway to his hips, clearly done in a seductive way as his eyes remained locked with his target. There was a wolf whistle here or there as he moved, but they were.. unimportant to him, in this moment.

"My my, sir," He cooed softly as he was close enough, his deepened, slightly British tone of voice clearly giving away that he was indeed not female at this point, "I'm quite disappointed that you didn't sit near me. Fortunately enough for you, I'm fixing that blunder."

Now, most would ask before taking a seat- but not Michael. He usually found a bold approach to be much more interesting, and if they disliked it, oh well. So he sat right beside the man, this tiny smirk playing at his features. There was a slight flush on his face from the amount of alcohol he'd taken in prior, but it didn't take away from the flirtatious vibe to his looks too much. At least, he would have thought so, given opportunity to look into a mirror.

"So... so long as you're actually legal," He murmured in a mostly joking manner, "Come here often? I don't, but I may start doing so if you're one of the regulars."

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Ballerina · Jul 30, 2017

Juniper whipped his ponytail around, with the impression that the whistling was directed at him. He was a shining beacon of perfection in an otherwise dull room. Of course he was turning a few heads himself, but to his utmost dismay, it was directed to the lady in red. Her effortless poise, made it sting even harder. How he envied such natural gracefulness. He quickly jerked his head back around to face the bar, as if none of it happened. That was a close one, but there was still time to regain composure and knock some socks off.

What baffled him the most was the fact that she was walking over to him of all people. Sure, birds of especially good looking feathers flocked together, but Juniper was clearly gay, he didn't want to break a fan's heart. Before he could assess the best way to let this women down easy, he was surprised with a masculine voice. What a relief. He quickly regained composure and suggestively cocked up an eyebrow at him.

" Oh dear, how could I have not noticed such a gorgeous thing such as yourself? " He inquired, innocently twirling around a scarlet strand of hair around his finger. The obligatory hollow compliment proved itself to be in fact true the close than man got. The man was a bit too magical looking for his tastes, or at least his logical side was telling him to avoid him, but he couldn't help gazing at this beautiful abomination. He couldn't let himself get too hypnotized, there was no bad decisions to be had tonight.

This man was full of surprises, it was a refreshing change of pace from his mundane magical life. His first instinct was to scoot back when the man sat down next to him, but after years of training he knew better than to do that. He propped his arm against the table and tried to read the man's expressions. It was a shame that he forgot to pop his contacts in that morning, slightly blurred vision only added to the mystery.

" Um.. Of course I am!" He stuttered out defensively, of course he was legal, but the fact that he didn't look the part struck a nerve. As usual, he quickly reverted to his collected self. " I'm most definitely not a frequent, but I can be as long as you're here too." He suggested.

" I'm Juniper Vincent by the way, pleasure to meet you."

Saylin · Jul 30, 2017

Michael couldn't help but notice the way that red-headed, green-eyed beauty before him cocked his head to the whistling and attention. Of course he would, he was probably used to such things- but not tonight. Tonight, this fae was getting the looks- and his soon to be company was going to get used to sharing the spotlight, whether he liked it or not.

Regardless of this social blunder, the man was good at picking himself up, he'd give him that. That near-arrogant expression, coupled in with nicely dressed words... It would tickle him pick, had be been someone young, inexperienced and looking for love. Of course, Michael by this point had heard just about every pick-up line in the book, over the years. It took far more than just pretty words to win him over, now. Usually.

Of course, that didn't make it feel any less amazing to have someone flatter him anyway. "Oh, you," he murmured with a giggle. It was slightly forced, being more of an attempt to sound cute. "It's quite alright. I wouldn't notice me either if I were such a radiant star like you." A little brown nosing also never hurt, especially when he was trying to pry into someone and better understand them.

However, that forced laughter quickly lapsed into a genuine one, as the man continued. There it was. A little bit of who this man was under those expertly-planned actions. "God, you are adorable," he mused quietly as he looked him up and down, "You're quite good with your words, as well... Keep this up, and I just might give you the honor of knowing my full name." He didn't honestly care about who knew his full name, but he did like making a game of figuring it out. It made things more interesting.

"For now, just know my name is Michael. It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Mr. Vincent. Though, I will say- we'd be far better off meeting somewhere less... trashy, if we were to do this again," He added with a wink. His bakery came to mind as he mentioned this, though it seemed a bit of a sell-out move to advertise such things- even if he honestly felt his bakery was classier than this bar.

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When a Baker Meets a Dancer

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